He looked at her and smiled
She looked at him in shock
He continued to hurt her
But she can not say stop

Too many things going on
Too many things to say
Not a sound came out of her
On the recliner as she lay

At 10 years old
In fourth grade
She finally spoke out
No longer wanting to be afraid

A series of investigations
And interviews galore
They said there was no evidence
But she didn't want to hear anymore

Ten years later
At 17 years old
She sees him on facebook
And her blood runs cold

Panic runs through her
And memories appear
She constantly hurts herself
With pieces of a broken mirror

23 years later
At 30 years old
She has a house and a family
And the parts of her life begin to mold

She is not who she was at 7
Or who she was at 17
Her trauma does not define her
And she finally understands what life really means